Signs of growing old...or signs that we all love our Mom.
My Mom has cancer. Such a weird thing to type...weird thing to think. Hell...weird to even comprehend. As a kid...our mothers are almost always our first super hero. No matter how much they annoy us...how they look at us when we play...chase us down the street trying to get us home. Try to keep us from having our 'fun'...when the fit hits the shan...our mommies are the first ones we look for in times of distress. Especially boys. It's a fact of life...that as children of SOMEONE...on the most BASIC of levels...we exist REALLY to outlive our parents. To be the legacy...to go on as our parents are mortal...just as our children are to go on for us since we are too. On a cerebral level...I totally get it. Yet...now that it's hitting close to home I find myself feeling like an 8 year old boy who scraped his knee on the ground trying like hell to get home to have Mommy kiss it...only to find she's not there. Losing a parent is a...